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--The Nydisian Kingdom, The Northern Territory, Valhalla--
Katherine slowed down her horse with the aim to rest for a moment, "Do you think they would have reached the west by now?"
Katherine turned back staring in the direction they had come from as though checking to see where Alexander and Llewelyn had gone when in fact she couldn't, the distance was too great.
"I doubt so," Lucian replied. He had remained in front of her as they rode, watchful of their surroundings.
"How did wolves turn into hellhounds?" Katherine asked, thinking about the howls that they had heard earlier.
"Death or rejection by a mate," Lucian answered her without much thought as his attention narrowed on making sure their surroundings were safe.
Wolves turned into hellhounds from the raw emotion of pain or loss. Becoming a hellhound was completely relinquishing control over to one's wolf side, the human side never to return.
